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Head Womb - Song From The Seventh Floor chords

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I love this band so much and since it's so obscure that there aren't any chords out there I did it myself! :~)

         C                             G                     Dm
It's a hundred thirty steps from the second to the seventh floor, 
                    F
it's seven little rap-taps
 F                         C
knocking on my neighbor's door. 
     C                         G                       Dm                       F
I'm brushing up my story, I'm combing down my head of hair, I'm tucking in my sweater, 
F                                    C
I'm wheezing from those flights of stairs. 
C                                      G                       Dm
Well hey my little neighbor I'm your neighbor from the second floor. 
                     F                                      C
I think I'm out of pasta. Could you spare a little bit of yours? 
C               F       C          F      C            F       G
It's been too long, it's been too long, it's been too long you know. 

G                          C             G                 Dm             
But one day *pause* we'll live in the spaces between the places 
            F     G      C              G               Dm       F
where the other people live with their bones and their Freddie Jones 
F                G                 C            G                Dm
talking on the T.V. *pause* We'll sleep on the docks above the crashing 
        F            G          C         G
on the rocks of the water and paint our dreams 
           Dm      F                            G
with the morning screams of the flying crying seagulls. 

G                    C                                  G                  Dm
Until then: *pause* Hey my little neighbor it's your neighbor on the telephone, 
                  F                                   C
I think I left a hairbrush, I think I left a pair of combs. 
                            G                 Dm                       F                            
It may be macaroni may be pizza may be angel hair, and maybe it's a music 
                          C                                       G                      Dm
mounting as I count the stairs. A hundred thirty steps and I'm standing on the seventh floor.
                     F                                     C
Is all of this for eating? Well what you think a dinner's for? 
C              F         C        F       C            F        G
It's been too long, it's been too long, it's been too long you know. 

G                         C            G                 Dm         F             G 
But one day *pause*we'll hide in the holes that all the meanies on patrol have forgotten 
     C       G         Dm     F                          G
and lay our heads on floating beds of shocking rocking seaweed.
        C                G                   Dm           F            G
We'll slip through the cracks between the pilings on the back of the jetty
     C        G            Dm        F                       G
and pour our brains in the waning moonlight dancing on the water. 

G                          C                             G                       Dm
Until then: *pause*It's a hundred thirty steps from the second to the seventh floor,
                   F                                  C
it's seven little rap-taps knocking on my neighbor's door.
                                              G                         Dm
Well neighbor since you're standing there you might as well just come on in, 
                   F                       C                       
I've got a grand piano, I've got a little violin. 
                                    G                Dm
We'll tune down the fiddle to the sound of the middle C 
                       F                             C
and you can play the white keys and I can play the melody.

C              F       C           F         C          F      G
It's been too long, it's been too long, it's been too long you know. 
G
But one day.
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